Yet Untitled 177 - Savouring
It’s a vibe.
Dearest Yet Untitler,
The short lived Mumbai winter is at its balmy peak and I’m savouring it. This fleeting season ends all too quickly like a good book. But savour it, I must.
Like I’m savouring these two good books:
They are:
Arundhati Roy’s memoir ‘Mother Mary Comes to Me’ and Claire Dederer’s ‘Monsters: What Do We Do with Great Art by Bad People?’ Both books are exploding fireworks in my mind. The ideas and language in both are so delicious that I simply don’t want them to end.
But end they will. Hence, I’m savouring.
I savoured my end of year holiday, with a clear awareness that it was going to end, more and more so with each passing day.
Now, I’m savouring the short lull before work really kicks it. It’s like getting to the office a few hours before everyone else arrives. I have the place to myself. I can work at my own pace. I can enjoy my coffee at my desk with nobody watching me.
Writing the last paragraph made me think of my friend and fellow Substacker Cali Bird who’s also plodding gently into her January, taking one day at a time:
I’m savouring being able to run again.
After a long time, the timing’s worked out: no cold, no fatigue, no travel, a marathon to train for and clear training days ahead of me.
I’m savouring watching Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind in spurts. I’m not getting a chance to finish it in one siting, but I’ve not been able to keep myself away. I keep coming back - I’m reconciled to watching this gem of a film in snippets.
Savouring every fragment.
Savouring seems to be what my pre-teens call a vibe. I took notice of its plenitude in my life at present and felt that it must be pickled into these here pages.
I’m savouring driving an electric vehicle, savouring the fact that I’m leaving no emissions in my wake.
I’m savouring my girls’ last year before becoming teenagers. The dew of their morning still sparkles on their skin.
I’m savouring being able to savour all these things.
I’m writing this down because it’s worth remembering, worth reminding myself - that in the end, everything is fleeting and that, if savouring’s my vibe, then I’m doing it right.
That’s that.
Thank you, always, for listening!
Lots of love
V
PS. Want to tell me what you’re savouring at this present moment. A thepla? A good song? The inimitable haptics of a brass doorknob?
Tell me! I want to know!
Savouring. What a lovely word. Thanks for the mention. Enjoy your running.